Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.